Veins, Vines, And Vineyard Sweepings

Night never needs neoterism nor noesis
Sight severed...
See sea otters shifting, soaring, speechless
Life letters leaking
Lost loriner lording legions
Find fetters
Free!
Feodosiya 'fore Kipchak's attack
I'm feeling
Crumble up the rose and put a spark to a heart
I blame the rush on something else
A different route
I just don't know so lonely soul come help me figure out
A trouble doubled through a dosage close to the start
I thought it too
Even as the passion broke
Even passing up the questions on the side
Thus obloquy is everlasting though
That's enough of seeing streaking from the devil dragging folks
Innate...
Can't escape the grape plantation for real
Cut the branches off the branch and light them up
Looking for another form of wattage
Avid deals...
Check back definitely
Label hatred as the set back recipe
Fret that prattle
And we would never rest at destiny
Truly... and in time, maybe
Two can be defined
Maybe
For the groceries, on the grind, and focused times eighty
You were broken 'fore I showed and still you
Opened up your soul and can't explain it
But you still remaining
My crazy
Empyreal with a flammable resin
Burning hope and optimism in a leisurely custom
Even light the white flowers at the top of the beach
So I got the pencil out for an eager adjustment
But I mustn't trust what's out of a dream
Because it's off
Every bend and declination I see
So now I'm lost
Wide awake...
So to check and see what lied in the cannon
Just a lot of powdered ashes and some misunderstanding
What could I do?
If can't nobody see that but you?
I'm told... it's best to hold your words and leave it be and unscrewed
But that's not me... but it's cool

by Dexsta Ray

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